Volume 1, Chapter 55: It Went Up Again! Buying a Brick Phone!

Tonight, the starlight is exceptionally fine. Pity that this spot lies halfway up the canyon, preventing a view of the entire, complete sky; one can only gaze upon half of the starlight, scattered like diamonds across a black velvet cloak, sparkling in a manner that somewhat dazzles the eyes.

Although Leng Changxi's words sounded somewhat formal and distant, his tone was entirely filled with trust toward Jing Donghua. In truth, within Leng Changxi's heart, aside from the Prince of Ning, Jing Donghua and the Eldest Princess Qinghe were the people he respected most.

Judging from the parked vehicles here, the distinguished guests who graced the venue with their presence today were certainly not few, and their social standing was sufficiently high.

Deputy Director Liu accepted the materials prepared by Duan Yu, exchanged phone numbers with him, and promised to notify Duan Yu to supply any missing documents should they arise. Before leaving, he insistently invited Duan Yu to a grand banquet, but Duan Yu had no desire to cultivate a deep relationship with him and politely declined. Deputy Director Liu expressed his apologies repeatedly before finally taking his leave.

"I wonder how the boss is holding up over there. Just two elves are already this troublesome; that Gandalf must be even harder to deal with." Gritting his teeth through the pain, Lei Ren bandaged the wound he had just cleaned.

"...Yet it has everything to do with me." He let out a strange, muffled chuckle, then jubilantly and triumphantly charged into the brightly lit basement of the mansion once more. Behind him lay six headless bodies, still twitching while warm, their six severed heads staring with wide-open eyes, their faces frozen in expressions of ferocious disbelief.

A matter of this sort was hardly something to be flaunted. To speak of it in such a loud voice was clearly to strip both of them of any remaining dignity. Just as Qin Yunuan knitted her brows, Yuanyang, standing guard outside, had already delivered a resounding slap across the face of the young soldier.

"It doesn't matter. Sooner or later makes no difference, since there are no classes tomorrow anyway." Chu Xiang's spirits were low, her words carrying a dejected tone.

Once he became entangled with the Blood Prison Immortal Emperor, relying on the Six Great Immortal Emperors including the Jiuhua Immortal Emperor might not be enough to keep Lu Qinghe here.

The only difference was that the eyes of this "zombie" flashed with a piercing brilliance, entirely unlike the hollow and dull gaze of the corpse puppets from the Nether Corpse Sect.

A fleeting eternity—though merely the briefest of moments, to everyone present it felt as agonizingly long and drawn-out as an entire century.

Once upon a time, a handsome prince met a beautiful princess in a rose garden. The princess had been sleeping for a very long time, waiting for the prince to arrive. Captivated by her beauty, the prince gently kissed her, and thus, the beautiful princess awoke.

"Master Geng..." Looking exasperated and furious, Xie Xingtian shot a fierce glare at Xie Xinghai before hurrying off to catch up with Geng Ren, who was leaving in a rage accompanied by the supremely indignant members of the Geng family.

Seeing his tense expression and knowing there might be some underlying complications, Duan Luo nodded and prepared to listen.

As time slipped away imperceptibly, the skeletal dragon tomb city in Xie Tianyao's eyes remained unchanged, yet that chilling and terrifying coercion grew increasingly intense, making him dare not linger any longer.

Meeting Fang Tianjing's curious gaze, Ying Zheng simply and briefly summarized that it was an idea proposed by his good friend, the proprietor of the "Falling Blossom Tower," Feng Si, brushing the matter aside with a pretense of how best to promote the business.

An entertainment establishment that never traded in drugs was suddenly raided and sealed off. Anyone with a modicum of brains could figure out what was truly happening. When they arrived, people had claimed it was reported by an informant—this in itself was the biggest loophole. Who the hell would have nothing better to do than report such things? These moves were only ever executed by those nursing deep grudges.

In the primeval era, compared to the human race and the sea race, the demon race possessed the greatest number of supreme masters. The more of them that died, the stronger the human race's power grew, until quantitative change ultimately triggered a qualitative transformation.

All the sword qi energy was completely shattered and dissipated. Zhu Yuanlong was sent flying backward head over heels, retreating a hundred meters away. The black crystal floorboards of the ground were cracked and fractured by the sword qi, the fissures extending for several hundred meters.

Among the few individuals, the most prominent one—a handsome youth in white robes—possessed the highest cultivation base, having already reached the eighth stage of the Foundation Establishment realm.

Luo Wuheng's heart was filled with surging excitement. He opened his arms and gave the Netherworld Crow a tremendous embrace.

Before the black fog, the men charging frantically finally reversed their direction, no longer hurling themselves toward the dark mist.

Gao Zongyang relaxed slightly, and immediately a sense of anger welled up within him—how could he possibly have been frightened by this good-for-nothing?

Once the fortune converging upon him faded into ordinary tranquility, wanting to break through the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao rules later would become exceedingly difficult.

The purple-rimmed melon in his hand abruptly expanded in size, smashing down like a hammer onto the back of the big man's head, causing his skull to burst open and killing him on the spot.

The surrounding air fell instantly silent. All laughter inside the shop came to an abrupt halt, everyone assuming a slaughter was about to break out. After all, in this pugilistic world of martial arts, there were truly far too many people who would resort to violence at the slightest disagreement.

At the temporary command post, the moment the large army poured out, the personnel inside hastily rushed to issue orders to the troops fighting on the front lines.

There were numerous martial arts families standing about. Not only was the grand hall packed to capacity, but even the exterior was crowded with standing figures.

Meng De'en was a trusted confidant of Hong Xiuquan. His appearance here today represented the absolute will of Hong Xiuquan.

Glancing sideways at Xu Yuan's slightly nervous demeanor, the middle-aged man curled his lip with a faint smile, then pressed the porcelain bottle against Xu Yuan's back. Tilting his hand, the white medicinal liquid immediately streamed down along the wound.

The whitewashed walls were adorned with several yellowed movie posters and recent screening information. There were only two ticket windows, which also sold beverages, yet were fitted with iron security bars as if in dread of being robbed.

Not long after walking out of the city gate, Jiang Hao spotted a deer-headed monster, armed with a battered blade much like his own, halting and proceeding in fits and starts.

In this form, his hair and pupils had also transformed into the red of a Super Saiyan God, with nine pairs of crimson light wings sprouting from his back.